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It's not the fire that makes it hot here, but the nervous electricity between the lines. It's like a meeting on the platform: no flowers, no pomp - just glances, a slightly weary anticipation and the hope that everything could turn out differently.

The sound is sustained by a repetitive heat and rhythm that seems to pulsate along with a heart driven into overtime. Inside, there is a mixture of desire and irritation, longing and defiance - like a dance in which the steps never match, but that is precisely what keeps it going.